Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Montenegro and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Graham Central Station to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Boogie Down Productions,
Icehouse,
Moss Icon,
The Walker Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Groovy Waters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
China Crisis,
Mark Hollis,
Rufus Thomas,
Banda Bassotti,
The Smiths,
Accadde A,
David McCallum,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grauzone,
Main Source,
Dawn Penn,
Deadbeat,
Jacques Brel,
48th St. Collective,
Heaven 17,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pierre Henry,
Eddi Front,
Pole,
Blancmange,
Tropical Tobacco,
Henry Cow,
The Gladiators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Interpol,
Livin' Joy,
Rekid,
The Black Dice,
the Sonics,
The Music Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Star Department,
Easy Going,
Charles Mingus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Darondo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Michelle Simonal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra,
The Pretty Things,
Lindisfarne,
ABBA,
Junior Murvin,
Public Enemy,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.